#put it in my backpocket for

[animentality]

Your AO3 handle reveal got my hopes up for some filthy Garashir or at least a Dukat fic… I’m assuming the evil lizard and human fascination transfers from Durgetash? If not…. what are your DS9 ships? Inquiring minds are desperate to know 🙈

Sorry, anon. I do ship Garashir, and it has INSANE angst and porn potential...but I don't tend to write Star Trek fanfiction, because I first watched Star Trek when I was 9.

I have a hard time sexualizing the characters because of it. Like obviously, as an adult, I can say Garashir is sexy...I can share Quodo sex, and horny posting about all the characters... but my brain can't writing PORN of them MYSELF, because I struggle with this mental block of...those are my uncles?

I grew up with them? That crew...they're my family...my friends... I'll watch em be goofy on Tumblr, but...I don't know. I myself have a mental block that keeps me from writing porn of any of the characters from DS9, or actually, any of the Star Treks.

That's just my burden to bear.

Now that being said...

I did feel a twinge in my gut...when I re-watched DS9 recently...and there's that episode...with Sisko and Dukat trapped on a planet together....and uh. Dukat is losing his fucking mind, and Sisko is injured...and can't get...away from this madman...

Heh.

Hehehe. Well.

Enemies to...lovers...except...not exactly...

Anyway.

It was a passing fancy, but no one really likes that particular toxic ship, nor should they.

So uh, let's pretend I never said that. I'm ashamed to even say I thought about it. I'm just THAT toxic.

[ultalliance]

What if I made Bucky Agent Venom? What if I just got crazy with it?

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Simon is left to herd a drunk Nik back to the hotel room.

cw: alcohol mention, horniness.

"Do-o-on't go was-ting your emo-o-tion, lay a-all your lo-o-ve on me-e-e! Hrk, heh heh." Nik tightened his arm around Simon's shoulders as they clambered out of the taxi and Simon had to readjust quickly to avoid getting pulled back into the backseat. When he went out drinking with Johnny and Garrick, it was usually a case of scruffing them by the back of the coat and hauling them ‘round like boisterous puppies, but Nik was the same height, a few pounds heavier due to his bulk, and a damn sight more fuckin’ handsy than the two sergeants. If they got to the hotel without Nik copping a feel and Simon getting a responding boner, then the operation should be considered a success.

"Cheers, mate," Simon grunted at the cabbie, tapping his card against the outstretched machine. He paused long enough to watch the little tick flash up on the screen before shoving his wallet away. "Nik, fockin'... Put yer arm... easy, easy." Nik staggered and Simon placed a hand on his chest to keep him upright, trying not to focus on how nice his damn tits felt beneath his buttoned shirt.

They had been drinking with Mac following a long conference in Westminster. It turned out that the old man, ten years senior even to Nik, was a bad fuckin' influence because they had knocked back enough liquor between the two of them to sedate an amatuer county rugby team.

Simon and Price had sat there, watching the whole thing go down in stunned silence, clutching their pints with the same look on their faces as tourists watching a pride of lions tear apart a gazelle on the Serengeti; one part awe, one part intrigue, two parts horror. Shot after shot, pint after pint; Mac's accent becoming unintelligible and Nik slipping in and out of multiple languages like he'd completely lost track of where he was. When Nik had stood on the table to sing an off-key rendition of KISS’ ‘Made for Lovin’ You’ while pointing directly at Price, the landlord had turfed ‘em out onto the street.

The old man was taking the old-old man back to his hotel, because trying to manage Mac and Nik together was beyond the capabilities of even the greatest minds in MI6, let alone two drunk SAS officers. Divide and conquer was the order of the night.

"I still don't know what you've done-with-me... hrk, brp. A grown-up woman should never fall-so-eas-i-ly," Nik brayed, finding a hip flask from somewhere inside his bloody jacket as they ambled an uneven path to the front door. Simon promptly confiscated it, shoving it into his backpocket. Nik pouted, but soon got distracted by the star-studded sky above their heads, his expression turning wistful as he put one unsteady foot in front of the other. "'Cause everything is new, and everything is you..."

Simon managed to get them through the hotel foyer after scanning the key card, and manhandled Nik towards the lift. "You skipped a verse."

"Shtoh?" Nik hiccuped again, suddenly leaning in close and watching the side of Simon's masked face through his eyebrows. The cold tip of his nose brushed against Simon’s exposed earlobe and it sent a shiver across his shoulders, Nik’s lips and teeth so close to his hammering pulse.

Simon didn't know why he fockin' said it. Maybe he was drunker than he thought. "It's ‘I feel a kinda fear, when I don't 'ave ya near, un-sat-isfied, I skip my pride, I beg you, dear.’"

"You do not have - hrk - to beg me, lieutenant. I would drop to my knees for you at - hic - a word."

Simon shoved Nik into the lift and slapped the buttons, propping the massive arsehole against the mirror with both hands. Nik took his opportunity and placed both hands on the swell of Simon's chest with a longing little groan, palms brushing over peaked nipples as his fingertips caressed the sides. "Ty takaya goryachaya, chto u menya stoyak na stoyake."

"Nik, ya bloody pervert, ya gavaryu paruskee," Simon huffed. He didn’t push Nik’s hands away. It was too late. His jeans had pulled tight at the crotch, his hands braced on the cold glass as he leaned in so that Nik would be firmer.

Nik wriggled his eyebrows as he squeezed, ignoring the intensity of Simon's deadpan stare in favour of enjoying the feel of his body through his cotton shirt. Simon's skin exploded with goosebumps as those big hands swept over his collarbones and shoulders, before swooping down to the dips of his waist. He was thicker where Price was athletic, but damn if Nik's hands didn't made him feel... handled. When those strong fingers slid through the loops of his jeans and pulled him forward so their hips slotted together, Simon had to swallow the needy little sound building in his throat. God, fuck, Nik was hard too. It would feel so good to rut against him like a humpin’ dog—

The lift pinged and the doors slid open behind him. With great effort, he dragged Nik into the hallway towards his room. Unfortunately, Nik had decided to become even more unhelpful, one hand swooping beneath Simon's shirt to the blond scruff of his happy trail with a horny rumble that shot straight to Simon's groin, and he had to readjust so his damn chubby could find a bit of extra space down his right trouser leg.

"The things I would do to you," Nik growled into Simon's neck as Simon fumbled the key card out of his jacket.

"'Mount you just sunk I'd be surprised if you could keep it up, old man," Simon replied, shoving the door handle down with his elbow and falling across the threshold into Nik's room. In three strides, he was dumping over two hundred pounds worth of lecherous Russian onto the mattress, only for said Russian to latch on and drag him down too.

"You are so prickly, lieutenant," Nik murmured, big arms clutching Simon's face to his chest. "But such a - hrk - handsome boy."

"Nik let me ge' m' face out ya tits so I c'n get ya boots off,” Simon said, muffled by said tits and not really wanting to leave them, because Nik smelled bloody edible.

Nik let out a dramatic sigh and flopped his arms out either side, and Simon slipped away to remove his boots and jacket. His hands hesitated as they rose to Nik's belt, noting that alcohol had clearly done little to dampen his spirits. Simon swallowed thickly and pulled back. “Need a slash,” he murmured as he fled into the en suite for a bit of a breather. When he released his cock from the confines of his jeans, it bobbed up eagerly towards his stomach. So much for a fuckin’ piss. Simon braced his hands against the sink and closed his eyes, willing himself to think of anything but Nik’s big hands sliding down its length as he sat across that warm stomach, feeling all that core strength and fur between his thighs, maybe that clever bloody mouth swallowing him down after he fucked Nik’s tits, and.. “Fuck sake.”

Think of Mac. Wrinkly ballsacks, false teeth, old man smell… anything.

Simon looked up quickly when he heard the sound of the minibar opening and the first notes of music from the television. “Nikolai,” he grunted in exasperation, tucking his now semi-erect dick back into his boxers as he headed back into the main room to corral the captain’s bloody boyfriend into a glass of water and a kip.

“The night is young,” Nik said as Simon approached him, thrusting a bottle of beer into his hands. “And, perhaps, I can convince you into a few more poor choices before it is over.”

Simon stared at the bottle and then Nik’s broad grin. He drew in a deep sigh and unhooked the mask from his ear. “Fine. But when Price gets ‘ere, you’re dealin’ with the bollockin’.”

“Deal.”

—

Mac had fallen asleep on the cab journey back to his hotel and Price had half carried him to his bed, staying long enough to top up a glass of water and make sure the old man didn’t suffocate face down in his sleep, before heading back to his own for what he thought would be some shut eye, maybe some sloppy head from a horny Russian if he was lucky. As he stepped out of the lift, he heard the low thump-thump of music from down the hall, and it only grew louder the closer he got to his room.

The sight that met him when he tapped the key card and opened the door would live with him as a fond memory until the end of his days. Nik and Simon were half undressed, jeans and socks on the floor, Nik’s shirt unbuttoned, as they bounced enthusiastically on the bed, sheets and pillows dishevelled. The music playing from the television was some corny pop track from 2014 — "Oh, don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me." I said, "You're holding back." She said, "Shut up and dance with me!” — and they were both crowing along to the lyrics, the remains of the mini bar toasted at the ceiling.

“Bloody muppets,” Price said through a fond chuckle as he closed the door. If they ended up in a pile of semi-naked bodies, occasionally waking to press lazy kisses to whatever patch of skin was closest, and Simon’s room next door remained empty for the night… well, brass didn’t need to know, did they?

[hisaangel]

Frat!Luigi x reader

cw: Smut, kinda rough sex (hitting) , panty gag??, unprotected sex,

"Luigi Nicholas Mangione put me down!" smacking his shoulder, but the boy just answered with a "no, quiet" followed by a groan. Squirming in his arms. It didnt take long for Luigi to get the two of you where he wanted, planting you onto your feet in your shared bedroom.

"Lui-"

"Didnt i tell you to be quiet" he spat, pushing you onto the bed, his hungry lips finding yours, gasping into the kiss suprised by his eagerness.

"Luigi what is goi-" interrupted by a slap to your thigh, a squel leaving your lips in suprise, "quiet". His fingers trailing down to your waistband, ripping at the zipper of your jeans, pulling the fabric down, a smirk appearing on his face as he noticed the wet spot in your panties, "so wet..." his finger dipping into the fabric, dark eyes watching your every move as he rubs your sensitive clit.

Finally pulling your panties down, putting them into his backpocket, going back to assaulting your pussy, inserting two fingers into your dripping pussy, making you throw your head back, speechless at the feeling. Moans leaving your lips, as his fingers speed up, shaking at the pleasure. From one second to another all the pleasure was gone.

"Lu-" met with a harsh slap on your clit, "i told you to be fucking quiet and you just wont shut your pretty little mouth" his hand now travelling down to his backpocket, where he had placed your panties earlier, opening your mouth with his other hands placing the wet fabric in between your lips.

Luigi desperately pulling his pants and boxers down, his hard cock slapping against his toned abs.

"I'm going to ruin your pretty little pussy" his cock slipping through your dripping folds, your moans muffled by the fabric in your mouth. His pace cruel and his words even more. "Im not going to stop, gonna keep going until every last drop of me is filling your needy little pussy" pulling you into him even harder than before, his grip so tight that it would be leaving marks on you by tomorrow.

“such a fucking slut, my pathetic little slut”

Using your body as his personal rag doll. His pace getting more and more erratic, both of you getting closer to your pending orgasm. Luigi's thumb coming down to rub your clit pushing you over the edge, nails digging into his biceps, holding onto dear life as you came all over his cock, your walls clenching around his cock. Not slowing down his pace, chasing his own orgasm rapidly.

"i'm gonna fill you up and you're gonna take it like the good girl you are, arent you?"

Delivering a slap across your face as he finishes inside of you, his body spasming at the feeling of his load painting your insides. His hand reaching to pull the now drenched fabric out of your mouth, throwing them onto the ground.

"wow" you breathed out as his head dropped to your shoulder.

"sorry if i was too rough my love, ive just been stressed with the upcoming finals" pulling himself out of you, the only thing you could do in the moment was giggle "Maybe finals needs to come more often then"

"Absolutely not! but if you want me to fuck you like that more often we can arrange that baby" leaving pecks all over your face

"I'd love nothing more Lu" a giggle leaving your lips

[sweetbunpura]

Upendi - The Fierce, Lioness Princess 1

Yuu knew marrying Leona would come with the ups and downs of being a Princess, but she was going to put that power to good use and begin to help the people of Sunset Savanna.

WC: 1684

“Are these terms fair enough?”

A warm breeze blew through the council room. Spring has finally come to Sunset Savanna as the heat of the sun melted off the frost of the last winter frost. In the room sat Farena with the Sunset Council and across from them was Malleus with his two Royal guards. The draconic fae looked over the terms, flipping through them several times as he hummed.

“I would like more time to ruminate on this matter.” Malleus spoke eloquently. “Is that alright?”

“Of course, take as much time as you need.” Farena responded with a smile.

He grabbed the papers, bowed to them, and left the room with his guards. Once out of ear shot, Farena sighed.

“Do you think he'll agree, Kifaji?”

“I don't see why not.” The older beastman replied as they also began to leave the room. “This is beneficial to both countries.” The older man hummed. “Although, “He seemed to be contemplating the deal. If there was some way to get him more agreeable-”

“Mal!”

All heads jerked to see Princess Yuu, in her stylized royal garb, rushing towards the Briar Valley King with her arms wide open. Farena fully expected his guard to step in and stop her, but to his surprise, neither moved.

“Child of Man!” The King wrapped her in a hug. “How have you been?”

“Busy. There’s so much work that has to be done.” She sighed and placed her forehead against his shoulder. “So much that I’m sorry I had to cancel our tea date. I’m sorry about that.”

He shook his head. “Do not worry about it, something had come up that day for me as well.”

Yuu stepped back and looked at Draconia’s guards. “Silver! Baebek!”

“You still call me that ridiculous nickname!?” The light green haired guard snapped. “We’ve long since graduated NRC and have gone past that name, have we not?”

She simply smiled and opened her arms. “I missed you too.”

He huffed and shook his head before hugging her. “...It’s good to see you.”

“Mm-hmm.” She moved towards the other man. “Silver, how’s Lilia doing?”

“Enjoying his retirement.” Silver gave a smile and hugged her. “He sends postcards from everywhere he’s been.”

Unknowing to them, as they continued to talk and converse, Farena and the Council stared at them with wide eyes.

“S-she knows them and went to NRC with them as well?” Kifaji muttered.

“That is... shocking news.” Farena added in. “Wasn’t the school they attended an all male one?”

“Perhaps she snuck in.” One councilman, a monkey beastman, suggested. 

“No, she’s magicless. It would make no sense for her to do such a thing.”

“Then she is a special case.”

Another councilman chimed in, this one a meerkat beastman. “Wasn’t she supposed to be kept busy while King Draconia was here?”

“She was.” Kifaji answered. “Unless she completed all of it.”

Yuu’s eyes shifted from the group over to the lingering Council, the warmth in them left quickly as she glared at them. They jumped back and split apart, each muttering something about the princess, and leaving only Kifaji and Farena.

“My!” Farena laughed almost nervously. “Her and Thema have the same glare.”

“Indeed....”

They shuffled away, but Kifaji had a feeling that the Princess had more than just the King of Briar Valley and his guards in her backpocket.

Yuu waited for the men to disappear before turning her attention back towards Malleus. “So whatcha doing here?”

“King Farena and the council wished to meet with me about a possible deal.” Malleus held up the papers. “I was going to deliberate on it more and give them an answer at a later date.” He looked around. “Where is Kingscholar?”

“Leona?” He nodded. “We got Cloudcalling coming up and he has to oversee it, so he’s doing that.”

“And you?”

“Some diplomatic shit.” She sighed and crossed her arms. “Like who we should and shouldn’t invite to the event, thinking of all the rooms to give people and such.” Muttering under her breath, she continued. “And keeping me away from the slums and Ruggie.”

“I see.”

“Here.” Yuu started directing them down a hallway. “Let’s keep talking in the garden. I can brew some tea for you, if you want some.” 

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

“Mmhhmm, thank you.” Silver added in.

“Much appreciated!” Sebek chimed in.

They were soon seated amongst the many greenery that the castle grounds had to offer. The tea finished brewing and Yuu handed out cups to them.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what did the papers detail?”

“Here.” Malleus handed the papers to her. “You are more than welcome to look. I trust your judgement above anything else.”

“Thanks.” She took and read the papers over. “Hmm.” Yuu crossed her legs at the knee and took a sip of her tea. “....We don’t need your gold.”

“Pardon?”

“They're asking for your gold in exchange for the fruits we produce here.” She handed the papers back to Malleus. “If anything, I would exchange the fruits for the fabric Briar Valley produces. Right, Leona?”

“Yeah.”

Malleus, Silver, and Sebek watched as a very familiar tail dropped down from the branches behind Yuu.

“Leona-san has been here the whole time?” Silver blinked.

“Yeah.” Yuu took another sip of her tea. “That’s actually why I came back, they couldn’t find him and they knew he only answers to me when he gets like this.”

“I do not.”

“Really now?” She smirked. “Can you join us down here then?”

A few heartbeats passed before Leona dropped down from the tree and stretched. The prince shook the leaves from his hair and sat down next to Yuu with a yawn. He had started growing facial hair as wisps of it decorated his chin and stretched up to the sides of his face. The outfit he wore was close to Yuu’s and there was a wedding ring on his finger.

“Kingscholar.”

“Draconia.” Leona reached over and took some of Yuu’s tea. “What’s this about a trade?”

“Farena and the Council are asking for gold in exchange for fruit.”

“Typical.” He huffed and flicked his tail. “As she said, we don’t need the gold. We have plenty if they would open the mines.” Setting the mug down, Leona leaned back in his chair as his tail rested in Yuu’s lap. “We’re lacking fabric for mostly everything here. From clothing to sheets on beds. Spring may be here, but winter wasn’t kind to Savanna and neither is the night for that matter.”

“I’ll amend this at once.” Summoning a quill, Malleus began making changes. 

“You have picked up a lot since marrying Kingscholar.” Sebek said.”

“I had to because the council makes me want to tear out my hair and scream at them.” She placed her elbows on the table and sighed. “A bunch of old men running this country into the ground for the sake of keeping everything traditional.”

“We know the feeling all too well.” Silver added in as Malleus gave a small hum. “It’s a struggle, isn’t it?”

“You’d think they’re afraid of change or something.” She waved her hand. “But I’m not about to ramble on about them. Are you guys staying for Cloudcalling?”

“Are you inviting us to stay and partake in the festivities?” Malleus willed the quill away as the papers rolled up gently in his hand.

“Only if you’re able to. It’s in a few days, so you can give me your answer whenever.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Leona looked at her. 

“No. Wife privileges.” She smiled and kissed him as Malleus gave a soft chuckle.

“Thank you for the tea, Child of Man.” He got up and bowed. “I’ll be returning these papers to King-”

“Oh, Leona and I are coming too.”

“We are?” He grunted when Yuu swatted at his bicep. “We are.”

Before either of the men could move, Leona got up and helped the woman out of her chair.

“My, how marriage changes a person.” Malleus teased.

“Hush, Lizard.”

They left the garden and began making their way back to the main part of the palace. Stepping into the establishment, they spotted Farena and Kifaji.

“Ah, there you are, Leona!” Farena smiled. “And I see you’ve met with King Draconia.”

“Yeah.” Leona rolled his eyes.

“Here you are.” Malleus handed the papers to Farena. “I reviewed the terms and believe this is more beneficial.”

“Oh?” The older Kingscholar looked at the sheets. “Fabric?”

“Yes. Gold is far too accessible and common, but the way Briar Valley weaves our fabric is worth the cost of your produce.” Malleus held out his hand. “Do you agree to these terms?”

Kifaji leaned slightly over to Farena, but he waved him off and shook Malleus’ hand.

“They are. Thank you, King Malleus.”

“You’re welcome. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to continue spending the day with my friend.” He turned to Yuu with a smile on his face.

Yuu returned it. “Gimme one second, okay?”

He nodded and Leona directed them towards the exit of the palace. Once out of ear shot, Kifaji rounded on Yuu.

“That gold was needed.”

“For what? Another fountain?” Yuu glared at him. “If you want the gold so much, open up the mines and go grab it yourself.”

“I’ve told you time and time again-”

“You can’t keep using that broken record of an excuse, Kifaji.” She growled. “Do you know how many people we lost last winter because they didn’t have the means to keep warm?” She pointed at the papers. “The way they weave their material around makes it so you are never cold. So, you’re going to have to forgive me for directing him over towards that option.” Yuu poked his chest. “You may not think highly of the residents of this kingdom, but I do. Don’t pull this shit again, bird and that also goes double for you, Farena.”

Yuu ended the conversation there as she walked out of the palace, leaving Kifaji and Farena to stare at her with a surprise look.

Tagging: @kimdourden

[annadiplosis]

A few months ago I posted a couple photos of my index cards, saying I still didn’t know how and where I’d keep them, and I’ve since developed an Archiving System that combines the cards with a digital spreadsheet and has taken more hours than I will ever admit.

So, since I don’t have a “notebook system” to speak of, I'd like to share the way I archive my journals / sketchbooks / whatever you wanna call them, because I’m very proud of it, and who knows, someone might find it helpful :)

WHY I NEED AN ARCHIVING SYSTEM

The reason I don’t have a notebook system is because I use my books for absolutely everything, from sketches to grocery lists and journaling. It is crucial to me to not have any restrictions or expectations when it comes to my books, and that’s how I’ve managed to fill 43 of them over the years.

But of course, when you’ve been using notebooks without a system for most of your life and you want to read a specific entry, you can easily spend a full hour flipping through a sea of paper until you stumble upon those notes on the Bubonic Plague you took in 2011 or whatever you were trying to find.

SO HERE’S WHAT I DO

When I finish a notebook, I try to determine what its most important contents are: stuff I might want to reference in the future (project ideas, meeting notes) or is very characteristic of a period in my life (friends' drawings, travel logs). Every single page contributes to making the notebook what it is and gives it a unique personality, but not all of them are gonna be keepers, and that's fine (I'd even say fundamental, at least in my case).

These are the extremely generic categories I sort my Chosen Entries into. It's similar to the dot system so many people use, just applied retroactively:

🟣 Study notes 🔵 Work 🟢 Personal 🟡 Projects 🔴 Misc

And here's where the real archiving begins. This info goes into:

1. THE INDEX CARDS

(I always write them in Catalan; this one's a mockup and most of these are not real entries)

A little piece of cardboard with the notebook number, its start and end dates, and most important contents. I keep each index card inside its corresponding notebook, either in its own backpocket or an adhesive one I stick there myself.

This way, whenever I want to take a quick look through the book, I get a general idea of its contents at first glance. Sometimes, just holding it in my hand and reading the index card brings me back to the time when I was keeping it, and that time-travel feeling gives me a rush like no other. I don't know if you can tell, but I'm crazy about my notebooks.

2. THE SPREADSHEET

Same as before, just a couple more pieces of info (number of months, physical description) added to a file with the rest of my notebooks' data. Again, these are not real entries for privacy and language reasons, but they're very similar to the kind of stuff I do keep. The spreadsheet helps me find specific entries with a simple ctrl+f, and it's also a bird's-eye view of my progress through the years as a notebook keeper. I can see when my interests shift, how long some of my most important projects took to come to fruition, and even similar types of entries that repeat every few years which I wasn't even aware of before putting it all together. Absolutely fascinating stuff.

I hope this was useful, or interesting at the very least! If you’re a notebook keeper trying to find their own archiving system, my main advice would be to start early so you don’t have to deal with almost two decades of material like I did :’)

If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask.

Good luck 🖤

[tales-from-elysivm]

Can you do some headcanons or stories on arcane? Specifically Vi or Sevika if your comfortable. I was just wondering but if you don't want to then you don't have to, you have free will.

Know that you're loved!

★。／ !bark like you want it! ＼。★

pairing: vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader (separate)

fandom: arcane

word count: 1,470

tw: canon typical swearing/slang, some light spoiler warnings, and MDNI content, mainly because we know these are some dominant ass women ;) 

THIS IS NSFW CONTENT! BE WARNED!

song title: bark like you want it by sir mix-a-lot

notes: i love my girl vi so this request was a given, thank you anon! Hope you enjoy! :D I normally didn't like Sevika as much, but I will admit, writing her head canons for this post definitely made me reconsider

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

↳˗ˏviˎ˗ ↴

Vi is (without a doubt) very rough around the edges

She’s street-smart but she doesn’t really know what to do when it comes to actual romantic relationships, sex is easy, feelings are hard 

Her time in Stillwater makes her distrustful of people, along with her generally traumatic and difficult childhood, so it will probably take a while for her to begin to see you in a less-than-threat way

After that things are pretty smooth

You don’t really know where the split between ‘friendship’ and ‘relationship’ is, because they both include her joking, flirtatious personality ranging from skirting touches on your thighs and up your back, or teasing pet names like ‘sweetheart’, ‘cupcake’ and ‘love’

Other than that she’s very protective of you, especially if you live in Zaun

If you go out on errands she’ll always make sure she’s conveniently there at the times you like to go, able to loop an arm around your waist and guide you through the crowds

If someone is stupid enough to try and pull something on either one of you, Vi is not above beating the shit out of someone to keep them from laying a hand on you

I have a feeling that she’d confess to you accidentally in the middle of a fight

Perhaps she had been disappearing for long periods of time, and coming back bloodied and injured, refusing to tell you anything of her adventures (mainly because she doesn’t want to worry you). And eventually you pester her for a bit too long and begin a full verbal fight, where she suddenly blurts that she loves you

Now as a lover?

The teasing banter still remains, her little playful nicknames too, if anything they get worse. But she gets more confident with her touches, more deliberate. A hand in your backpocket while you’re walking, an arm around your shoulder, pinching your ass when you’re waiting outside a store, this girl has no shame

! mdni content below !

Now, i have a feeling that Vi isn’t really uneducated when it comes to sex

If anything i feel like she’s a fast learner-

The first time you actually lie together, Vi is sure to take it at your own pace, eager to please beneath a taunting smile, even if you don’t know what you like at first, she’s likely to find it quickly 

I personally don’t see Vi as owning too many sex toys - if any at all - but i think she would 100% favour using her fingers to anything else

Just the way you clench down on them, how she can use the rough calluses on the pad of her thumb on your clit to her advantage, and how deep she can pry, anything to make you scream for her

To be honest? I also 10000% expect her to try and flip you over and put you in a chokehold with her forearm tight against your throat, just adding enough delicious pressure to hitch your breath, but never enough to hurt too much

9/10

Her oral game would be fucking good too, i can tell. But she’d probably prefer to finger you or use a strap-on so she can continue to tease you with all these sinful little things she can come up with while she fucks into you

I’d say more of a biter, but she can still eat you out like a starving woman

Oral game 7/10

Aftercare is important to her, always making sure that she wasn’t too rough with you, cleaning you up, running you a bath or just lying with you to cuddle. Wants to make sure you know that you’re more important to her than some casual fling, and that she wants to ensure your happiness above anything

(Also gives you some balm for the definite bruises on your thighs and throat :D)

↳˗ˏsevikaˎ˗ ↴

Sevika is… intense

In all honesty, probably started as enemies

She probably wouldn’t want anything to do with you unless you already worked with Silco, so we could say you started in the shimmer warehouses, helping to distribute it throughout Zaun

You get your work done effectively, so Sevika overall sees you as a valuable position in the business, and keeps you around without much complaint

At some point Silco requested you deliver a hefty batch of shimmer to a more dangerous part of the Undercity, and sent Sevika with you to ensure no messes were left behind

Safe to say, you were ambushed

Despite Sevika being there to ‘protect’ you, you’re still able to hold your own, displaying proficient skill with your weapons against bandits who thought they could steal some of the shimmer vials. In the carnage, Sevika decides begrudgingly that she has respect for you

From there, it’s less of a ‘friendship’ and more of a drinking buddy situation

She doesn’t often tolerate the presence of others in her private time, so you label it as a friendship initially

She’s slightly more soft-spoken when she’s alone with you, and shares her cigars with you while she’s gambling, which often earns a strange look from her opponents as you hover over her mechanical shoulder with her cigar hanging from between your lips to see her hand, a bit too close

But Sevika lets you be without anything more than a bit of a grumble

I don’t think she’d even particularly say outright that she loves you

What happens is - instead - that you both have a drinking binge at the pub one night, after a successful night of gambling, and you both get absolutely shit-faced

While drunk she drags you back to her house and the night is filled with hazy sex, enthusiastic makeouts and early-morning cigarette smoke

You try to sneak out the next morning, expecting it to only be a one-night thing

She catches you (i headcanon that she’s a pretty light sleeper, but i suppose that could be said for most Zaunites). I don’t think she’d even say it then, just drag your ass back to bed for a (consensual) round two

After that you go to the bar together as normal, go about your business, now with the added bonus of Sevika protectively snarling at a drunk guy hitting on you by saying ‘that’s my spouse, fuck off’

(And of course, with plenty of sneaky sex between your deliveries and hurried makeouts :D)

! mdni content below !

BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS MFS, THIS SHIT IS KINKY

I would like to clarify, you will never top in this situation, Sevika would rather die than bottom to anyone, no matter how much she loves you

Spanking, spanking, spanking, spanking–

Hickeys, bruises, bite marks, the red tracks of her nails over your back, just anything that would leave even the most fleeting mark on your skin

That being said, would also 100% leave hickeys on places she knows you can’t hide easily

Definitely into sex toys (ball gags, bondage, strap ons and vibrators with little remotes she can keep in her pocket just in case, she especially likes to plant down one of those dildos with the suction cups and get you to ride it, all the while begging for her to just touch you, but she refuses, smoking as she watches you cry out for her)

She also likes crying-

I think she’d prefer to have you from behind, your back against her chest, ramming into you with one of her favourite straps, one hand pinching at your nipples, tweaking them between her fingers, and the other rolling tight circles on your clit, sometimes switching one out to wrap around the column of your throat

Definitely into edging on most days, and will resort to overstim if she’s happy with the work you’ve done in the day

Risky sex is definitely her thing, in her office in Silco’s base, in the warehouse on the crates of shimmer, under her desk, you on your knees to service her

She’s especially rough, and absolutely loves some degradation, and the way it makes you clench around her strap or her fingers, your eyes rolling back into your head while you scream for her

Aftercare is rarely over-the-top

She’ll cuddle you if you ask her explicitly but she prefers to share a cigar with you, or blowing smoke into your open mouth while you breathe against her bare chest

If she’s been unable to fuck you for some time, she’ll clean you up after about four or five rounds, mainly by eating you out until you end up giving her another two, but she’ll make sure you’re clean before you pass out anyway

Despite everything, Sevika will always make sure she doesn’t go to far

If anyone asks though, she will absolutely deny how she always makes sure you remember your safeword before you have sex after a makeout

thanks for the request anon!

if you have any more requests don't hesitate to ask :)

[adsagsona]

Tattoo

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female) Modern!Sihtric

Authors note: This is my first 'reader' fic. I don't have a clue if it's any good but when inspirations hits you have to go with the flow, right? English isn't my first language, so excuse the mistakes. Not beta-read.

Warnings: No warnings, just a cute first meeting.

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: You've been wanting to get a tattoo for a while and you finally got up the courage to do so. Lucky for you, the tattoo artist looks hot!

You walked into the tattoo parlour with a healthy dose of nerves. While you were talking to your friends the night before with a glass of wine in your hands, this sounded like a terrific plan. A tattoo could be pretty if it wasn’t too big and in the right place, your friends had assured you of that. It wasn’t too painful, they had explained. But of course none of them were up early enough and without a headache to actually come with you.

Taking a deep breath, you checked yourself. While you hadn’t done a lot of effort going out the door that morning, the skinny jeans and tshirt looked good and you and you managed a bright smile upon opening the door to the parlour.

A small bell chimed and the man who was currently standing at the desk looked up.

You couldn’t help but let out a small gasp at the mismatched eyes which settled on you. They looked so intense, before a small smile completely changed his already handsome face. 

It didn’t help that he looked every inch like you had thought a tattoo artist should look, the part of him that you could see anyway. The half shaven head with a braid in the middle and wavy black hair on the other, with a goatee and those eyes… together with a metalband shirt you had vaguely heard of was enough to make you nervous all over again.

“Hi.” You squeaked out when nearing the counter. “I ehm… I called ahead. Apparently Sihtric would be the best artist for what I have in mind?” You really hoped that the man behind the counter would be Sihtric, but of course you couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t the only tattoo artist working in this parlour.

“Then you’re lucky, that would be me.” The man answered and now the smile turned a little wider while he reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Oh great, now you had to shake his hand and you were sure yours was sweaty. Quickly wiping your palm off on your jeans you smiled politely and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

“So you needed me to get your design right? Do you have anything in mind?” Sihtric asked, coming straight to the point.

As he took up a tablet, you noticed that he had a few lines tattooed on his fingers, which made you curious. You didn’t dare to ask the meaning behind them at that moment though and quickly reached into your backpocket to your phone where you had stored a couple of pictures which served as inspiration.

“I would like a sort of ankle bracelet with a few… bangles to it I suppose.” You explained as you showed him the pictures. While the sketches on the wall made it seem like this kind of simple tattoo would be beneath him, Sihtric didn’t seem phased by the question. He took a picture of the one on your phone and diverted it to a program on his tablet where he took over the simple lines of a chain.

Some of his dark curls fell over his forehead and you had to restrain yourself from gently brushing them away. What was wrong with you?

“Can I take a picture of your ankle?”

“Wh… what?” Sihtric’s question took you a bit aback, together with the fact that you were looking a bit too closely at those broad shoulders.

“Then I can see how I can put the bracelet on your ankle. And see where to put the bangles so they are put where you want them.” He explained with a smile as if he had noticed just what you had been doing. A flush reached your cheeks and you quickly nodded, rolling up your jeans so that he could see your ankle.

“Alright.” He came from behind the desk and now you could clearly see his whole body which was not a disappointment at all. Briefly wondering why Sihtric was hiding in a tattoo parlour, you looked about where to set your foot so that he could take a picture. He produced a low stool.

“If you can take your shoe and sock off, that would be the easiest.” He held his tablet while you made to do as he requested, setting your foot on the stool.

“Thank you. Could you…?” Reaching out, Sihtric gently touched your ankle so that it had the right angle for him, snapped a picture and repeated this a few times. You were trying to ignore the flush that didn’t want to disappear from your cheeks. This was just a tattoo for crying out loud!

The corner of Sihtric’s mouth ticked up in a half smile and you took that as a cue to hurriedly put your sock and shoe back one while he walked back to the desk. Now that he had your ankle, he could study how to put the tattoo together. He drew a band around what he believed to be the right height and then hoovered his pen over it.

“Which kind of bangle would you like?” He asked.

You began to talk about the things that you loved which would be an inspiration source to use as a bangle. You thought something which would represent the love you held for your family and friends, and something which could express your love for travel. “And hope… I want something which stands for hope.” You murmured the last one with an apologetic smile. “Gods, that sounds stupid.”

“Of course not, it’s good to have hope.” Sihtric answered shortly as he made a few short notes beneath the picture. 

“Ok, I can work with all of this. Do you have an idea when you could come back for the actual tattoo? I need to work this out first, but some time next week maybe?” Sihtric suggested and you took up your phone again to see if you had time. 

You agreed on a time and Sihtric promised that he would send the sketch ahead of time, needing your phone number so that he could whatsapp it to you. Giving it to him, you parted with a little wave before going out the door.

Sneakily you took a picture from Sihtric through the large front window and sent it to your friends, not believing the luck you had with such a good looking and talented tattoo artist. Your friends quickly texted back, demanding to know if he was single and if you asked him out for a date.

All through the evening the texts flew back and forth, goading you into at least initiating a conversation about being single and dating while you were getting your tattoo the next week. Smiling you put your phone down, trying not to think about Sihtric any longer.

In the next week that proved to be difficult as he invaded your mind every now and again. At work, you looked at his picture. You imagined how his hair would feel if it brushed over your skin. Immediately you put it at the back of your mind, knowing that the chance of Sihtric being single was slim to none. 

A text popped up the day before your appointment. You had been waiting for it the entire week, it was a picture of the sketch Sihtric had made for you. With held in breath you opened it and it was perfect. The chain was sketched in delicate links, the bangles had the same kind of vibe and had the shape of a heart, an anchor and a compass which you could see as the symbols you wanted. He had drawn it over your ankle.

After a few minutes of simply staring at the picture, you texted back that you thought it was perfect and that you didn’t want to change a thing.

-THX means a lot- You got back almost immediately.

-Just speaking the truth, ur incredible-

Ok, maybe that was a bit much. When a blushing emoji came back, you knew that Sihtric had a sense of humour. You chuckled and put a grinning emoji back, saying that you would see him tomorrow.

-Looking forward to it!- You got back.

The nerves hadn’t abated the next day, on the contrary. This time it was for real, that tattoo would stay on your skin forever. You did like the whole concept and it would be done perfectly by Sihtric, you were sure of it. 

He was still the same handsome man you remembered and what you saw on the picture you took. Sihtric smiled again and gestured for you to come with him to behind the desk and towards an easy chair which could be leaned back. 

“Otherwise it’s hard to strap you down so you can’t move.” Sihtric commented and as your eyes widened he grinned at you. 

“I’m joking. But you will be more comfortable like this. Do you mind taking your shoe and sock off already?” Sihtric asked and you nodded, putting everything aside and then getting onto the chair.

He lifted the foot end of the chair so that he didn’t have to bend over so much. “Ok, I’m going to print the blueprint of the tattoo so that we can see the placement.” Sihtric explained and he returned in five minutes while holding the print up which he could rub off on your skin. He placed it on the ankle and carefully pulled away. The blue ink was noticeable and you looked at it.

“Check it in the mirror, is this alright for you?”

Sihtric was a professional, checking every last detail and you appreciated that. Going to the mirror, you checked your ankle. Standing behind you, Sihtric crouched down so that he could see it more clearly. A touch of his fingers and you suddenly felt a bit warmer. “Yes, this is perfect for me.” You nodded slowly.

“Alright, then we can start.”

While you made yourself comfortable on the chair, Sihtric prepared his station and pulled on skintight gloves so that he could work. He put his tablet near him so that he could look at the details on it as well.

“So, is there a reason behind the tattoo?” Sihtric asked as he looked at you for a moment.

“Ehm… well, I thought it would be a good point in my life to remind myself of the good things I have instead of focusing on the negative.” You began to explain while the first prick of the small needle began. It wasn’t pleasant but to your surprise it was easy to ignore if you talked to Sihtric.

“That’s a good reason, I get it.” He answered, not looking at you anymore, absorbed by his work. 

“Does the tattoo on your neck mean anything?” You asked a bit more boldly.

“Yup.” Sihtric answered, popping the ‘p’ but not answering the question. He finished the first line and wiped it clean before looking up. “Wisdom and chaos, it’s a serpent.” He then clarified, clearly enjoying the confused look on your face.

“You thought I was just a pretty face, huh?” He joked before working on and giving you the benefit of the doubt. You wanted to splutter an answer, but wasn’t sure if he actually wanted one. 

“Well… you do have a pretty face…” You began after a few minutes of silence. “But I like the meaning behind your tattoo. Says a lot about you.” 

“I like it when people think about what they want on their skin. Like you.” His fingers brushed lightly over your ankle. “Says a lot about you too.”

Sihtric concentrated on the ink and it didn’t take much more than half an hour to get all the details right. Once in a while he touched your ankle, turning it gently this way or that, or telling you how to shift in the chair.

You talked about tastes in music, Sihtric’s was all over the place, festivals and tv series to take your mind of the needle dragging over your skin.

You’d been on your phone in between and giggled just around the time Sihtric was done, pulling off the gloves. “Something funny?” 

“My friends are bitching at me again to take a picture of you… I might have texted them about how handsome my tattoo artist is.” You now grinned slowly, leaving Sihtric to blink just a second before he licked his lips.

“Then let’s oblige them… you’re done so. Want to look in the mirror?” He held out his hand so you could get off the chair. 

“It honestly looks amazing already. Thank you so much.” You told him as you took the few paces towards the mirror. You turned your leg one way and then the other, falling utterly in love with the elegant tattoo.

“Right… pictures…” You let out after a minute. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

In answer Sihtric wrapped his arm around your shoulders and waited for you to snap a picture, which you quickly did. What you did not expect was for him to kneel down and put his hand on your leg to point out the ankle tattoo. With a giggle you took that picture as well, before sending both to your friends.

“Alright, now back to business… you have to take good care of your ink. Put yourself on the chair again.” Sihtric nodded towards it and you hopped on, propping your leg up. He took out some salve and gently smeared it over the new ink, making you catch your breath. Wrapping your ankle, he gently patted it.

“All done. Make sure you keep up with the instructions, alright?” He held out a paper with instructions and you nodded with a smile. 

“I will, it’s too beautiful not to take care of it.” You smiled at Sihtric as you took the paper and put it away in your backpocket together with your phone which was buzzing with new messages. 

“We should put in an appointment after about… I think three months. Then it should be healed and I can see if it needs touchups.” Sihtric explained. Your heart skipped a beat, that meant you would see him again. Checking your schedule you found a date which suited the both of you. 

“How much do I owe you?” You then asked seeing as you had no other reason to linger about. 

“Well… I’ll give you a choice.” Sihtric leaned his arms on the desk. “I could tell you how much it is… or I could ask you out on a date? Which one would you prefer?”

 “Wh… I… oh…” You let out. “A date?” You questioned and he nodded, reaching out his hand to caress over your cheek.

“Yeah, a date. As in, we go somewhere nice, we have dinner… that type of stuff.” Sihtric looked utterly serious.

“I don’t mind a date.” You whispered softly and it made Sihtric smile.

“Good. A date it is then, beautiful.” He answered, brushing his lips over yours.

[lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui]

Toxic till the End DL AU PT 1

I am not someone who knows much about K-Pop. I've really liked the new Rosé stuff though especially her album rosie? In further pondering I can’t help but want to point out how perfect of a face cast it would make for Yui Komori.

Like the make up style is exactly what I envision from Yui, not too bold but blush heavy shiny, youthful makeup. With the douyin type lip gloss AND her ringlets were absolutely perfect. Like tell me that’s not Yui.

So obviously with the singles roll out, I think the last one was “toxic till the end” and it’s such a nostalgic pop sound I missed and the cinematography is everything in the video so I just wanted to write some Human/Idol AU diabolik lovers headcanons based off it. It has been a while since i’ve written anything so bare with me pls. Love u xoxo

I added more disclaimers whilst I was writing this but I have something planned for the other brothers too and something from Ayato’s pov so if this looks a bit unfinished trust there’s more. Lemme know which brothers you want because this AU has ran away from me and become literally massive

So in the human au I’d still say Yui is raised in a church, but she’s super cute right so she gets street recruited by a company and she’s not like a major super popstar but since she was a teenager she does little commercials, dance trends, magazine shoots

She grows quite famous online for her innocent, kind of whimsical, head in the clouds imagery alongside her very pious upbringing I suppose like how Adriana Lima used to say before she was a VS angel she wanted to be a nun.

She used to be in her church choir and eventually her company moves her from just modelling/trainee to being put together with some girls in an idol group.

It doesn’t work out, idk maybe the company doesn’t think there’s enough chemistry within the group dynamics or it didn’t rake in enough money. Anyways Sakamaki Corporations ( see what I did) tell Yui they consider sending her to an Idol Show for more popularity because they think she has potential as a soloist

Uhhhh this is the bit where you can tell all my idol knowledge is completely made-up and from vague conversations with my friends.

I believe sometimes idols are sent abroad? Or maybe sent to accommodations to be kept safe and hidden while they train. So she’s sent to “Sakamaki Mansion” because of her father and the CEO of Sakamaki Corps. were old friends or at least that’s what she’s told.

I don’t want to make the boys live with her…but I’m cooking here #trust

She goes to the same school as them. I think that can stay the same, especially because it’s a night school for idols.

Ciao.

Anyways this is where I think we can insert the toxic till the end music video.

I'm also aging them up so Yui meets Ayato on the precipice of 18 because they plan for her to debut at 18/19.

I will also be incorporating some of the visuals from the actual video

So Yui in her last couple of teenage years is driving (in my country you can drive at 17 don’t question it) back from school to her mansion, where she sees this scrawny boy on the side of the road, with a gym bag swung over his shoulder and a broken bike at his side. She slows down because of his hair.

Yes Ayato is one of the most handsome men she’s ever seen in her life but his hair is in a buzz and it's pink!! And she loves the colour pink!

(again visuals people do you see my vision)

So obviously she says yes and brings him home with her, like this is a little miss romantic and Ayato is her peter pan almost. All her life is routine and lessons and he creeps in all mischief and cheshire cat smirks and she’s smitten.

Ayato is obviously enamoured with her, she’s just so cute and she sincerely seems to care about him. And they make a good pair like the perfect young love.

Ayato with his buzz, scruffy uniform and bad boy reputation who goes everywhere on his skateboard but keeps his hand in the backpocket of his sweet, bubbly church choir/idol trainee gf. They’re a vision to see.

At first he’s quite secretive and he explains to her his family is quite dysfunctional and messed up. Even though they go to the same school he sets up rules like they’re not allowed to ever talk to each other in school and she should absolutely never talk to his brothers and they can’t go on public dates.

At first my little romantic (her rose-tinted glasses paired with actual rose coloured eyes mean all those red flags look like big love hearts) Yui is quite miffed because this is her first ever boyfriend and she really loves him and he’s soooooo charming to her. But it works out quite well because she gets to keep her good student, scandal free rap sheet. And her bf

She knows how fucked up his home life is so sometimes he’ll run away and come live with her and it’s literally a dream for her. It’s so domestic, they have picnic dates in the rose gardens, they swim together in the lake and cuddle up together on warm summer nights whilst gazing at the stars.

Ayato loves holding her hands, kissing her and he always seems to be wanting to touch her in some way or the other. They cook together, or she’s baking something because he keeps getting her to cheat on her diet, convincing her they’ll burn the calories in a different way. And sometimes after school they’ll meet up in the woods to walk home wrapped up in each other and he teaches her all kinds of things, from smoking and drinking to stealing her first kiss. He carries her around like she’s nothing, and he can be so romantic to an annoying teenage boy but she doesn’t care because she’s never been this carefree. He gives her Tiffany rings, and other expensive gifts, dresses her in his clothes, and doesn't want anything from her but her staying beside him. For her first ever exposure to love this is peak romance, his promises of her successful debut and him becoming an athlete where he’s successful enough to openly tell everyone to back off because that’s his girl.

It's a random Thursday where he’s staying over and Yui has fresh flowers and candles lit all over the house. It’s just been a good week, she’s a little tired from practice but Ayato has been an absolute darling. Massaging her legs (it turns into him groping her whilst she giggles trying to get away), he brought some fast food, made an absolute fool of himself falling into the pond and finding out she can’t swim.

So they spent an afternoon where she basically clung onto his shoulders and him wrapping his hands around her waist, whispering into her ears and then he’s teasing her for how red she is. It’s been bliss. They are sat by the fire, he’s in loose sweats and he realises she’s wearing one of his boxers and tanks but it starts raining outside and she flinches at thunder.

I think this is a pivotal moment in their relationships in the warm amber glow, where Yui opens up about being an orphan and hating the thunder because the day her parents left her there was a storm.

Ayato in turn pulls her close, and he’s so close she can feel his breath on her cheeks his hands are around her ears as he’s slowly caressing her cheek telling her she’s fine and he’s here for him. This is her “oh. Oh.” moment because she’s so in love with this boy and she knows it’s him or nothing.

And she can see it in his eyes when he starts opening up about his bruises and how sometimes he lies about them being from skateboarding accidents. When they tell this story much much later everyone assumes Ayato kisses her. What they don’t know is all Yui knew in that moment is that she never wanted to see her beautiful boyfriend so sad again so she leans in to initiate their first kiss.

That's history…or the beginning of the end.

[omppupiiras]

a quickkkk rough translation if anyone's interested:

"I put ketchup on almost all foods"

Artist Jere Pöyhönen is not a morning person and he uses the snooze-button, and you shouldn't ask for cleaning tips from him. In his daily life he tries to avoid unnecessary complaining, because at the end of the day things are pretty good.

In the morning when I wake up, I hit the snooze button and keep laying in bed. Sometimes I snooze for 1-2 hours if I'm not in a hurry to get anywhere. I am for sure a night person, so my mornings are slow.

For breakfast I usually eat porridge, to which I add peanut butter and honey, and with it I have a cup of berry tea. Breakfast is something I've tried to get better at, because when you're in a rush it's easy to skip it.

To me it's a luxury to spend relaxed time with my close ones. The best thing is to spend a slow evening with friends, for example a barbeque party. Friends and food - there's no better combo!

I get inspiration for cooking from my mom. Mom likes trying different foods, and everytime I visit I grab a few recipes for my backpocket. Last time I made a chicken and potato casserole dish inspired by my mom.

In my shopping basket you'll often find chili-cheese-sausages and an energy drink. The latter I've tried very hard to consume less. They're not good for your teeth or wallet.

My specialty dish is thai mince meat with rice. For seasoning I use oyster sauce, garlic, sugar, basil and chili. When I was younger I liked to bake a lot, but I stopped when I moved out on my own.

I wish I'd learn to eat more regularly, every few hours. When your job is being on the move, sometimes the times between meals get too long. When you're hungry it's easier to snack on treats, like chocolate and chips.

My normal home evening ends in front of the TV either on the living room couch or in my bedroom. Usually I always watch a tv show or a movie before bed.

My best money saving tip is buy discounted food items at a good price. Then it's handy to immediately put them in the freezer at home and cook later.

I scrimp on bread toppings, like cheeses and cold cuts. I'm not brand loyal with them and usually choose what i grab first.

I get fancy with my glögi, I am its biggest consumer! It's my favorite drink and I have it all year.

My everday superpower is that I don't take things too seriously. Everyday I am grateful for what I get to do for a living, and I don't ever take it for granted. In general I think it's good to avoid complaining too much and try to keep a positive mindset: at the end of the day things are pretty good.

I clean at home about once a week, but I admit, I could be better. I don't spend a lot of time at home, so sometimes my clothes get everywhere and the dishes get piled up in the sink. You shouldn't ask for cleaning tips from me!

My guilty pleasure is squirting ketchup in mince meat soup. It tastes excellent in there. In general I have ketchup with pretty much all foods.

My Pirkka hack is using baking soda to get rid of stains. It's especially great with textiles. With baking soda I've gotten rid of many stains and dirt off of the couch.

[aryxchse]

omg congrats on 400 followers!! :0

ur writing is so wonderful and it’s so well deserved!!!

for your little celebration, could i possibly get a love talk with jason grace :3

cabin seven girlie here :’) like they’re just cuddling in bed and she’s warm (because daughter of apollo and the sun 😮‍💨) and maybe he’s showering her in kisses or pulling her closer because he’s cold or something haha

love ur work!!!!

the sun is engaged to the sky.

a / n ; hey baby! love you so much for the compliments, i'm glad you think that way🫶🏻 hope you'll like it my fellow sunshine girl!!!

the cabin 1 was always somehow cold.

as a daughter of apollo, whenever you entered here you felt like you have to warm this place up. for yourself and for your boyfriend jason.

this was another day of you using jason's cabin like it's your own. your cabin was full of people who tried to sing, or make music, loudly. so what else you supposed to do?

when you entered the cabin, the cold air made you shiver. you looked at the zeus statue and sighed in dissapointment. at least make your cabin warm, dickhead.

you opened the curtains jason closed before he left, and let the sun enter here with your powers. you speacifically pointed jason's bed, 'cause he always adored the warmness you created for him.

smiling in satisfaction with your work, you jumped on jason's bed and get in a comfortable position. you pulled out your little backpocket notebook to write some poems for him, while waiting for him to arrive.

not after a while, jason entered the cabin. he smiled at the effect you had in cabin 1, so he didn't waste any time to rush to you.

"hey sunshine," he called, ruining your personal space and laying on top of you. a little 'oof' left your lips as he put his whole weight on you, but you didn't mind. "hey wind boy."

he kissed your neck lightly as you put the blanket on top of him, totally caging him with the warmness. he immediatly hugged you tighter, caging yourself with his big body.

"you're cold," you said, caressing his biceps. jason only hummed in response, too tired because gods now what. he entered his cold hands in your shirt and you giggled as you jolted up. he chuckled with you but used his body weight to press you down again.

"and you're warm." he said, using your heat to warm his hands. his feet find yours, and right now jason was using you as his personal body heater. "so warm, always." he murmured to your neck. "my warm girl."

you smiled, probably getting warmer with his words. maybe he did that on purpose, who knows?

"poor boy," you whispered, playing with his blonde hair. you seemed to know all the ways to melt him, he thought.

you picket out your notebook again to entertain yourself as jason slept peacefully in your warmness. every once in a while he left light kisses to your neck, maybe your colarbone. and if he's not lazy, to your lips.

[eden-writes-stuff]

Tags: smut, 18+, moonrose, bitchkiller, past wolfstar and rosekiller, bathroom sex, drunk sex, jealousy, angsty smut, not sure if this counts as a foursome, Remus is so Daddy omfg.

Remus was at the bar, waiting for his fifth drink that night, when he saw a vaguely familiar figure appear next to him.

"Shit day?"

"Shit two weeks," Remus answered, scanning the other man. He had light blonde, almost white, dreads. Remus recognised him as Crouch's Ex. The other one that had been hurt when Sirius and Crouch had decided to fuck on that party, destroying two relationships at once.

"Ah, you're Black's guy then..."

Remus took his drink from the bartender and couldn't help but laugh. "Used to be." He used to be his. It used to be just the two of them.

His eyes found Sirius at a table in the corner on his new lover's lap, kissing and biting along his neck with Crouch's hand on that perfect ass. It had been like that all evening, like they were parading each other around, showing off. First, sharing drinks; then, dancing in the middle of the room, so close it was almost pornographic, and now they were basically dry-humping each other.

"Please tell me he sucks in bed," Remus mumbled, taking another deep swig from his glass.

"Sucks and swallows," Evan answered with a sigh.

"Fuck, I hate him. I hate both of them." Remus could feel a cold rage burning his insides. He wanted to hurt Sirius the way he hurt him. And, given the opportunity, he wanted to kill Crouch with his bare hands.

"Wanna go shagg in the bathroom?" Evan asked casually.

"Huh?" Remus looked at him with surprise.

"You and me, in the bathroom. Just imagine the look on Black's face when he sees us walking in there together."

Remus had never done anything like that. He usually wasn't one for casual hookups. But the thought of getting back at Sirius... Without a word, he emptied his drink, then placed his hand on Evan's back, guiding him toward the door with the little man on it.

He let Evan take the lead for now, let himself be pushed into one of the stalls and against the wall. Evan tasted like vodka and wheed. If Remus hadn't known how drunk he was, he could have told from his kisses; all sloppy and messy. He didn't mind it.

At least some part of Remus still remembered the concept of consent and communication, so he pulled away when Evan started working on his trousers. "Anything off limits?" he asked, catching his breath.

"I don't do stuff with weapons on the first time. Apart from that, I'm always happy to try out new things. You can bite, scratch, slap, choke, pull my hair - all very much encouraged - and I'm a bottom," he explained quickly. Remus nodded, turning the both of them around so that now Evan was the one that was pressed against the wall. He grinned, obviously pleased. "How 'bout you?"

Remus let one hand slide between Evan's legs, massaging the growing bulge in his pants, earning a contempt groan. "I like to keep any bodily fluids apart from spit and jizz out of this. Don't call me 'daddy'. If you wanna give me a nickname, you can refer to me as 'sir'. And I'm not into feet," Remus answered honestly. "However, I don't mind playing rough with you tonight," he smirked lightly.

"Yes, sir," Evan agreed with a pratty grin, rolling his hips against Remus' hand. At that, Remus drew back, grabbing the smaller man by the waist and flipping him around so that he was facing the thin, sticker-covered wall between their stall and the next.

"Got a condom?" he asked.

"Backpocket." Remus looked down on Evan's ass before recognising a few bumps in the fabric. He let his hand slide into the pocket, drawing out three different-sized condoms.

"Clever," he praised, taking the Large one for himself before putting the other two back into their place. The one he would use, he stored in his own pocket for now, before sinking to his knees behind Evan, pulling his trousers down as much as they needed to go.

He had noticed Barty's tongue on some occasions. It was long and rather pointy and pierced. So, the things Remus did back here were probably nothing special, but it would help in preparing Evan.

As soon as he heard quiet hums from the man above him, he inserted the first finger slowly and carefully. Evan let out a slight laugh, leaning his head back. "You don't need to be that careful with me, Lupin. I'm used to much worse," he grinned slightly. Remus hesitated for a second, then added a second finger and began moving them. At this, Evan groaned thankfully, moving his hips against him.

He had told Remus to play it rough, and so, with his free hand, he slapped him right across his asscheek. Not so hard that it left a print, but enough for Evan to gasp in surprise.

"No moving!" he ordered, voice soft but stern. "Understood?"

He could easily hear Evan's grin when he answered. "Understood, sir."

Biting his lip, he looked up at Evan for a moment. "Can you hold yourself open for me, love?" he asked softly. Above him, Evan nodded, grabbing both his asscheeks and pulling them apart. "Lovely, thank you," Remus smiled, before he started working him open with his fingers. It was a lot easier to see what he was doing like this, and Evan seemed to enjoy his little job a lot.

Remus stopped a little earlier than he usually would have because he'd gotten the feeling that Evan was a sucker for a little pain. "Think you can take me already?" he asked lowly.

"Do you have any idea how fucking hot that voice is?" Evan groaned, biting down on his lip.

Remus smiled weakly. Sirius loved that voice; almost creamed his pants the first time Remus had used it. He hadn't even noticed he was doing it until Evan had mentioned it.

"That doesn't answer my question," Remus replied, slowly standing up behind him.

"Yes, sir," Evan nodded quickly. "I'll take you. I'm ready."

"Very good," Remus complimented him with a soft smile before he unzipped his jeans and dropped his clothes to the ankles before pulling the condom over himself. 

Evan was wonderfully tight, but welcomed him happily. "Oh, fuck yes," Evan muttered under his breath, hands clenching against the wall. "Fuck, you're huge." Remus smirked triumphantly before pulling back almost completely and thrusting in again. Evan's head fell forward against the thin wall. "Fucking FUCK!" he groaned, biting into his own arm.

Immediately, Remus' hands found their way into his hair, pulling his head back so Evan was looking at him. "You will not hold back. You will moan and scream as loud as you fucking can so that these bastards out there know exactly what is happening in here," Remus ordered harshly. There wouldn't really be a point in this if Sirius didn't know about it.

Evan didn't seem to mind at all. He gave an enthusiastic nod and a quiet "yes, sir" just in time before Remus started fucking into him. Just like he promised, Evan didn't hold back. He wasn't nearly as loud as Sirius liked to be when he let loose, but he was more wordy. Soon enough the bathroom was filled with "Ah, Fuck!" or "God, fuck, fuck yes, so huge!" or "Thank you for your dick, sir."

It was enough to cover up the footsteps that must have sounded at some point because both of them only noticed their guests when one of them started moaning in the stall right next to them. Remus paused for a second in panic. Then he recognised the voice. He would have recognised that voice anywhere. The quiet whines between each moan, the shaky breath. That was the sound of Sirius Black being sucked off.

That little bitch had some nerve.

Remus let out a quiet growl before grabbing Evan by the waist and thrusting into him harshly and relentlessly. Evan moaned in surprise, steadying himself against the wall. The wall Sirius was leaning against right now, having his dick in someone else's mouth. Someone with a pierced tongue. Remus would have to get a tongue piercing.

At some point Remus started spanking Evan, leaving red marks on his ass. Sirius would go mad if he knew that someone else had Remus' marks on their body.

Good. Let him.

Apparently, Barty had had enough of blowing Sirius - only God knew how that could ever happen - since the moans stopped and turned into ragged breathing and swallowing. Only seconds later, he heard the thump of a body being pushed against their wall, then Sirius moaning and gasping again. Crouch groaned before he started moving, making the wall between them rattle.

Like an answer, Remus wrapped a hand around Evan's throat, gripping it tightly so that his moans came out cracked. The way he whimpered made Remus think it was the right call.

Remus closed his eyes. It was easy to imagine Sirius' face. He had seen it so many times. Pleading, begging him for anything and everything. And Remus had given it to him every time. He would give him everything. He would forgive him the worst crimes if he looked at him with these bloody perfect eyes.

Quietly, he groaned, looking up at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. He listened closely to Sirius' pathetic whines and gasps as he continued to fuck Evan, letting his thumb stroke over the side of his neck.

Remus bit his lip, looking at Evan below him again. He was obviously struggling for air, tears streaming out of his eyes. Remus didn't know if it was due to the lack of oxygen or emotions - it was none of his business. Slowly, Remus relaxed his grip on Evan's throat, letting him breathe for a few seconds before tightening it again.

Evan moaned louder, moving against him greedily. All their voices seemed to mix together into a chorus of groans and sighs and curses.

"You can come whenever you want, baby," Remus sighed quietly into his ear, trying to focus on his movements. By now, Remus was kissing and biting along Evan's shoulder, letting his nails dig into his hips. Evan was wonderfully tight, and Sirius' moans next door didn't exactly make it easier for him to keep his control. His thrusts grew hard and relentless, filling the man before him completely every time.

He barely even noticed as Evan came, nails scratching over the stickers on the wall, moaning and screaming. Remus kept going until he himself was ready to finish. He grabbed Evan's throat to hold on to before spilling into the condom. His head felt dizzy, and his legs weren't quite as steady anymore.

Sirius and Barty were still going at it, moaning into each other's mouths, but he could hear that Sirius was close as well.

Evan didn't make any attempts to move or get out of the situation, so they both stayed like that, leaning against the shaking wall, listening to their boyfriends until Sirius' breath started hitching and Crouch started cursing quietly.

After that, they stayed quiet for a while, just breathing quietly until Crouch broke the silence. 

"Rosie?"

Evan swallowed. "Yeah?"

"Can we just go home and talk about it?"

With a quiet sigh, Evan looked at Remus, then nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that." They both got dressed in silence before leaving the bathroom together.

"Moony?" Sirius sounded unsure, almost careful.

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry." It wasn't more than a whisper, but Remus knew how much Sirius hated apologies. He knew to appreciate it, but still, it wasn't enough. Not nearly.

"I know... I'm too drunk to talk about it today." Remus needed a clear head for this. He didn't want to do this drunk.

"I can call you tomorrow. Or come over." He heard the hope in Sirius' voice. He wanted to fix this, to make things right. And Remus wanted to at least give him the chance.

He threw the condom in the bin and pulled his trousers up. "See you tomorrow then."

[p-taryn-dactyl]

maybe for way down we go somehow agatha manipulates everyone/the evidence so it looks like she's innocent/falsely accused or reader has to hide her bc she doesn't want aggie to go back to jail idk I'm sorry lol i just love reading your work

way down we go: the aftermath (ii)

a/n: ok confess did you read my mind? but really, i’m so glad you sent this in bc i was wondering if the ideas i had were bad😭 but great minds think alike and so now here’s part 2 hehehe (also thank you anon! i’m so happy you enjoy my work!) edit: dear god i am so embarrassed by what i have written here but also i hope some of y'all like it?? oh god imma go climb in a hole christ maybe i should go back to church idk word count: 1.6k warning(s): first part of this fic is smut, or what i consider smut (ok idk why it's harder for me to write spicy shit on this blog when ive written it so many other times) the rest is back to normal production of murder, crime and debauchery; like a second or two of angst; im making so much of this shit up plz don't come for me

Once she started, it felt like she would never stop. 

You didn’t want her to. 

Your hands grasped Agatha’s neck and shoulders, trembling as she brought crashing waves of pleasure over you. With eyes screwed shut, your head leaned back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. But your wife wouldn’t allow you to rest. With the hand not pumping into you, she grasped your chin, forcing you to look at her as you pried your eyes open.

“Look at me,” her voice commanded softly as the heel of her hand pressed into your clit, drawing a surprised whimper from your lips as her pace became slow and languid, “I want to see what I do to you, what only I do to you.”

At her words, there was a question radiating in her eyes, along with a sudden hardness that took your remaining breath away. You tightened your grip on your wife, following her instructions and looking deep into her eyes. 

“There was no one else, there’s always been no one else. Only you.” 

Agatha nodded slightly, increasing her pace once more and looking proud of herself as your face twisted with pleasure. 

“Only me.”

Agatha added a finger, continuously brushing your bundle of nerves with the heel of her hand, relishing in your moans and how you wrapped your arms even tighter around her neck, bringing a hand to tangle in her hair and bring her into a crashing kiss. A battle for dominance was quickly lost as her tongue parted your lips, devouring you. You felt your mind grow hazy from pleasure, the hot coil in your abdomen threatening to snap. 

The ring of your phone interrupted everything. 

You felt it buzz in your backpocket, vibrating against the wall behind you. 

Agatha didn’t like your attention being taken away. 

She shifted, removing her fingers from you, much to your chagrin. You only had a moment to process before you were moved. In a blur, you now sat in the very chair Agatha once sat, your legs propped over her shoulders, your phone in her hand as she handed it to you. You furrowed your brow in confusion as you watched it ring, Agatha’s eyes never leaving yours. 

“Answer it, we can’t have anyone worrying for you.” There was something in Agatha’s tone that you couldn’t decipher but you couldn’t go against what she told you to do. You put your phone to your ear, hitting the answer button. Darcy’s panicked ramblings flooded out, barely giving you time to answer any of her questions. 

“Did you see the news? Y/N, this is crazy. Do you think she escaped? Oh god with our luck she was behind it all! Where are you right now? Do you need company? Girl I can be over to your place so fast-”

You were quickly distracted from your best friend as you felt Agatha’s hands tighten on your thighs, pulling your pants and underwear down with her teeth. She only took a second to take in the sight in front of her, your glistening folds, wet from the pleasure she gave you. Then she dove straight in. You could barely contain your surprised squeal, slapping your free hand over your mouth. 

She was relentless, fingers parting your folds as her mouth covered your entire core, tongue going straight to your clit. It was like she was doing everything to get you to fall apart before her and you were oh so close.

"...Y/N, are you ok?"

It was like Darcy was speaking to you underwater, your focus purely on how your wife's head moved between your legs. Swallowing back a moan as Agatha's tongue flattened and lapped harshly at your folds, you gave your friend an answer.

"Yeah...I'm, I'm just shaken. Can I call you la-later?"

You could practically feel Darcy's hesitation through the phone but the second she agreed you hit the hang up button. Throwing your phone onto the floor somewhere, your hands tangled in Agatha's hair, encouraging her. You felt her smirking before she removed a hand from your thigh to slip two fingers into you, almost immediately finding that electric spot within you. Paired with her lips and tongue staying firmly suctioned onto your clit, you felt your orgasm crash into you and over you. Your mind and body felt seperated as you caught your breath, Agatha peeling herself away from you, coming up to kiss your forehead. She nuzzled you with her nose for a moment, the soft action sending you into a light sleep.

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The weeks that followed Agatha's return were nothing less than stressful. Constantly looking over your shoulder as you walked into your home, unplugging every and any device that could connect to internet, and ordering food but having them deliver to your neighbor finally made you snap one day at the lab.

You knew how to do it, you knew how to collect evidence, how to manipulate it wasn't exactly hard.

The issue was Darcy.

While she was a great friend, constantly checking in on you, making sure you were okay with your supposed serial killer ex-wife being on the run, she was the greatest obstacle in your goal.

One night, while the two of you had dinner, you mentioned this to Agatha, angry at yourself for being untruthfull to your friend.

"Well, I could always," Agatha made a gesture with her knife jokingly, smirking to herself as she cut into the steak. It was like all the air left the room, the reminder of what your wife was hitting you like a truck. At your silence, Agatha looked up, her eyes widening at your expression. With a shaking hand, you pointed at your wife and shook your head.

"No, no, you don't-" your voice broke as everything swirled around in your mind, "You don't joke about that. Definitely not about Darcy."

Agatha opened her mouth to respond but you found yourself not wanting to hear her voice. Some petty, evil, part of you called from the dark part of your mind to call the police. Turn Agatha in once more and remove the weight from your shoulders.

You ignored that thought, instead pushing your chair away from the table before Agatha could speak and walking to the bedroom, calling over your shoulder.

"I'm going to bed, I need to think."

You got into your pajamas, going through your nightly routine with a lump in your throat, like your flight or fight was being triggered. It took a while for you to notice that Agatha had yet to come to bed, the time well into the night. Making your way into the living room, you took some steadying breaths. While your reaction was valid, maybe you should've stayed to listen to what she had to say. When you crossed the threshold into the living room, you saw that Agatha had gotten some spare blankets out of a closest, making bed on the couch. She too was awake and smiled at you hesitantly when she noticed you standing in the walkway.

"I didn't know if you would appreciate my company tonight." Her voice was soft, almost as if she was trying to be careful. You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

"I always appreciate your company, I didn't appreciate the comment you made."

Agatha nodded, slowly getting up from the couch to come stand in front of you, holding her hands up as if she wanted to hold you.

"It's too early for jokes, I understand."

At a peculiarly pointed glare, Agatha quickly added on,

"And Darcy is off limits, of course. I would never, I mean- she's safe, totally safe."

Some part of you wanted to laugh at your flustered serial killer wife but you simply held out a hand, pulling her back to your bedroom, your plan and anxiety of tomorrow swirling in your head.

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You'd never been more grateful for a robbery before. Since you specialized in murder or special victim cases, you were able to stay behind in the lab while Darcy and Jimmy went to case the gas station and talk to the poor teen who was at the register. You reviewed the two key pieces of evidence that were used to hammer the final nail in Agatha's coffin. A strand of hair and the blood profile. Anything else was circumstancial or based on a loose psychological profile.

The hair was easy enough to make doubtful as it wasn't a reliable source by itself. The follicle of the strand wasn't even attatched, meaning the only use this had was to be compared with a strand of Agatha's hair taken during the trial process.

One click and the hair was digitally gone.

The blood, however, was the tricky part. It was a 94% match to your wife, meaning it could either be her or a relative. You felt your stomach drop when you realized this could be the evidence that ruins everythings.

Until you noticed something.

In your report, in the other forensic report, and in the court transcript, it said the other blood profile was heavily mixed into the victims. You did a cross reference between Agatha's supposed blood and the victims, the result showing that one couldn't be distinguished from the other. Agatha's blood was triggered as the closest possible match of the two blood profiles, even though realistically the computer should've said the evidence was inconclusive.

An excuse formed in your head.

You, and your team, were so focused on catching the serial killer that had been terrorizing the town, you had overlooked key inconsistencies, instead focusing on the one true suspect you'd had on the case.

One click. The blood was deemed inconclusive.

One click, the case was reopened.

One click, all evidence of Agatha being guilty was erased.

One click, no one would know it was you who had manipulated the system.

One click.

Agatha was officially innocent.

a/n: was this ok? lie to me and say yes, wait no don't do that I'll get happy then remember you're lying and then ill be sad. on another note, r is officially a criminal whoo. i do have something planned for this series but can y'all tell me if you genuinely like this series? many thanks 🙏

[lyricalt]

Kind

Haha, I hope you don't mind I sort of had this in my backpocket and it was going to stay unfinished forever but your prompt pinged some words I was finally able to connect. So thanks!

sniperspy - rated explicit (very nsfw lol)

(open prompt post HERE)

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Sniper thanks his lucky stars Spy doesn’t expect dirty talk from him. He’s more than happy to let Spy do all the flirtatious innuendo and filthy comments. He’s willing to listen to it all. In fact, if Sniper makes a conscious effort to make the attempt himself, it usually doesn’t work. Spy is typically immune to whatever Sniper has to say (dirty or not), likely because he’s already heard everything in all his years of honeypot missions and the like. With the filthy shit Spy murmurs in his ear sometimes, Sniper is sure as hell he hasn’t even heard a quarter of it. 

Either way, Sniper’s not much of a talker in bed, much like he isn’t much of one when not in bed, but especially when he’s about to get railed six ways to Sunday. He makes noise, sure, but nothing too coherent. Curses, mostly. Obvious demands. He ain’t dead silent. Spy seems to like it.  

So Sniper’s just carrying on babbling nonsense while getting plowed silly on his back, too far gone to care what comes out of his mouth. He vaguely remembers gasping please, please (normal, polite) and don’t stop (honest demand, if not obvious in hindsight), want you (intimate, perhaps, but not scandalous), and then, of course, Spy’s name a couple of times.

Nothing out of the ordinary, except when Sniper is in the middle of gasping something unusually wordy, Spy suddenly tenses, lets out a short startled noise, and comes inside Sniper with such abruptness, it surprises them both. 

Spy slips himself out, still breathing harshly against Sniper’s neck. There’s a slight shake to his arms as he tries to sit up with Sniper’s legs still wrapped around his waist. Sniper is more bummed about the loss in his bum, but it only takes Spy another moment to recover—he looks mortified, red from the neck and chest, and then that’s all the observation Sniper can gather before Spy quickly bends down and sucks him off until Sniper’s mind does the equivalent of dropping a loose cartridge of SMG bullets all over the floor.

No more words, this time Sniper just moans through his orgasm, almost overwhelmed by how fast it hits like a train. His cock has never been so thoroughly swallowed down and cleaned up with speed. He’s still shuddering when Spy lets off, and he shudders again when he sees that Spy has to swallow twice.

There’s an art to complimenting Spy. Say too much and he’s going to get a big head about it. Say too little and he’ll fish for an opinion. Say nothing and it’s even worse—he’ll not do it again and brush it off as something Sniper doesn’t want.

So, Sniper flops his legs back down from Spy’s waist and lets out a very precise, very articulate, “Ngh.”

Spy doesn't say anything for the moment. He stumbles from the bed, off to fetch the washrag while Sniper tries to figure out what the hell happened. 

“That was fast,” Sniper says, since he knows it’s best to just pull the trigger on these things; Spy has a habit of getting all caught up in his head otherwise. “Got somewhere to be?”

It isn’t until Spy drops a damp cloth on his chest that Sniper sits up, letting it fall into his lap. He doesn’t pick it up. Instead, he sets his sights on Spy.

“...You’re quite the chattermouth in bed,” Spy says, offhand, but he won’t look at Sniper. There’s a flush still lingering across his chest and shoulders. 

Sniper frowns. He’s sure he hasn’t said anything weird or off putting. Certainly nothing dirty since he’s no good at it, and nothing too saccharine or sweet that would embarrass them, but then again, Spy wouldn’t have blown his bloody load so fast if it’d been a turn off.

Sniper presses the washrag to his face, muttering, and tries to recall what he’d said. If anything, he’d like to use it again for leverage, but he’s thinking on it now and it’s nothing, absolutely nothing special. Just stuff about wanting, and wanting so badly in that desperate kind of sex-talk way. Honest, in-the-moment babble that Sniper can’t fake. Spy should be used to it, considering his past history.

Sniper lowers his hands slightly, peering over the top of the terrycloth at Spy.

“Ah-ha,” Sniper says. “‘I’m yours’, is that it?”

He might as well have shot Spy through the head with how accurate he hits the mark. Spy’s body language is perfectly composed, but what little Sniper can see of his face goes up in flames, near bright enough to show through the mask, really.

“A little more than that,” Spy says stiffly.

Sniper lets out a bark of laughter, not surprised in the least. Because, deep down under that cynical and wry exterior, he knows Spy’s a romantic at heart. What, being so invested in Scout’s troubles with Miss Pauling, knowing how to wine and dine, and the finer ins and outs of courting, Spy seems to have a keen eye for reading people’s hearts—motives, really—so Sniper supposes it’s not out of pocket for Spy to be partial to it himself. Sniper likens it to any other type of specialized mercenary skill. 

And also, when it comes down to it, Spy has a streak of kindness a klick wide. He’s just good at hiding it in most cases. Sniper guesses he should be flattered he isn’t most cases.

Spy is starting to dress himself. It might not be a good idea to mention that it’s his own room he’s trying to escape from. Sniper lays himself back into Spy’s plush bed. 

“No worries, Spy,” he says, shrugging. “You’re a sap. I know you like that kinda stuff. The sweet talkin’.”

Spy slowly looks at him. He sounds mildly affronted by the accusation. “Not usually.”

“Fine, just with me then.”

And now Spy looks less of a romantic and more like the proper murderer that he is. Sniper is surprised a knife isn’t buried into his throat yet.

Just in case, he holds one hand up and uses the other to wipe his bottom before Spy starts trying to switch the topic to clean sheets. “I ain't making fun. I think it’s sweet as, mate. You get your rocks off however you want.”

Spy sighs, embarrassed and exasperated, but he’s slowed down in trying to dress himself. “You make it sound like a fetish. It certainly isn’t.”

“Nah. I get that. You like me.” Sniper rolls on his side, propping himself up with one elbow and his cheek in the palm of his hand. “You like me heaps.”

“Careful. That might change.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Change into liking me more,” Sniper says breezily. 

Spy buttons up his shirt, lightly stepping over Sniper’s clothes on the floor so that he can loom over him. He puts fingers around Sniper’s throat and at the first touch, Sniper finds himself easing back at the slightest pressure.

“You would not be able to handle me liking you more,” Spy says, deadpan. Only he could make something like that sound like a genuine threat. No kindness there at all.

And, since things tend to loop back in a circle with them, Sniper guesses it’s only fair when it’s his turn to feel a hot blush cross his face under Spy’s weighted stare.

When Spy’s fingers let up, Sniper drops back, covering his own face, and lets Spy finish dressing.

[lilisouless]

Wesper slow dancing

Wylan leaning on Jesper: this is good actually

Jesper: yeah , it is...

Wylan: Jes...did you just put your hand on my backpocket?

Jesper: yep

Wylan: did you do it because unless you do something to annoy me the dance will get too romantic and you´ll cry out?

Jesper: maybe...

Wylan: and the fact that i have grown to learn to read you so well is making you want to cry now?

Jesper tearing up: maybe...

[dragonmuse]

I am shaking crying screaming after reading your BEAUTIFUL grown-up bad kids fic. That fic summary was SO misleadingly simple compared to the magnificent NOVEL you wrote (it's literally more words than the Great Gatsby)

Genuinely, seriously, if you were to ever expand that universe into the past or future, you have a die-hard fan of your work in your backpocket!! I'm gonna gather my thoughts fully (because I only just finished it) and put a proper comment in Ao3, but HOLY CRAP. You should be so proud of yourself for writing this. Really.

The little revealed bits of past history. The drop-dead funny moments that got me failing to stifle my laugh in the middle of a seminar. EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!

Thank you so so so much! I'm so happy you liked it! I am already working on a second story from Fabian's POV that takes vignettes from every year of his life from fifteen to thirty-five. I'm really enjoying hanging with them!